[ That little pause makes his ears twitch, something Siffrin can feel with how closely he's tucked into his neck, the soft tufts of fur on G'raha's ears tickling against his cheek. The mood would definitely be ruined by either of them falling, that's for certain, and he really wouldn't want that. It's a long drop, too... and he doesn't want to think about how unpleasant that would be.
But.
There's one question burning at the tip of his tongue. So he leans back, tilts his head curiously, the quick pace of Siffrin's pulse against his lips remaining there like a phantom. ]
Did you already forget?
[ Not that he could blame Siffrin, as that entire visit was a whirlwind of emotion and touch and warmth, only to be followed hours later by his execution. Most people would forget.
But he wants to ask anyway, if only to see if it embarrasses Siffrin more.
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But.
There's one question burning at the tip of his tongue. So he leans back, tilts his head curiously, the quick pace of Siffrin's pulse against his lips remaining there like a phantom. ]
Did you already forget?
[ Not that he could blame Siffrin, as that entire visit was a whirlwind of emotion and touch and warmth, only to be followed hours later by his execution. Most people would forget.
But he wants to ask anyway, if only to see if it embarrasses Siffrin more.
Maybe that attitude is rubbing off on him. ]